We went down to Hollywood to a Greek restaurant to celebrate someone's birthday, I don't remember if it was her's or mine. She was familiar with Greek restaurants because she'd been married to a Greek sailor at the age of 16 (and assured me everything you've heard about Greek sailors is true).

Rounds of ouzo were traded with other diners and a good time was had by all.

While driving past the Burbank Airport I first noticed some misbehavior of my vehicle. Stopped to inspect and found I had a flat rear tire. I have no idea when it went flat or how long it had been flat, but that's when I first noticed it.